Sitting still at Action Station
Feeling change is on the way
No sign yet from which direction
Prevailing winds will have their say
A window pane is softly muttering
Emerging slowly from deep sleep
Doorways pulse in measured tempo
Discarded wrappers scratch and creep
For the future makes an early play
Giving hints on its position
Revealing riddles to the weather eye
Who must react to each decision
Rearrangements bounce like lotto balls
Leaps of faith that swirl at will
As excitement reaches fever pitch
Taking turns to tease and thrill
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